Natalie

NATALIE

She is devastatingly beautiful.  ItÕs hard for me to describe her without immediately gettingstuck on the image of her in my head, becoming lost in her beauty, aroused,intoxicated, and completely overwhelmed. Her body makes me weak, but itÕs her smile that breaks all of myresistance.  ItÕs such a sweetsmile, with her bright eyes sparkling and her lip gloss shimmering.  If you saw her, you wouldnÕt be able tolook away, not the first time. Your whole being would cry out and your mind would shut down.  Trust me, I have seen it with othermen.  It is as if she is a superweapon, from the future, a beautiful terminatrix.  She is 5Õ8 or 5Õ9 and in heels sheÕs close to 6Õ tall.  Her legs are like porcelain towers,with perfect French manicured toes. Her hips are those of a real woman, and her ass fills out jeans, makesskirts dance, and mocks all the boys when its wearing only a thong.  Like she is now.  Sunning in the courtyard, laying on herstomach, reading a magazine without a care in the world.  Sipping on a drink, the straw touchingher glossy lips, while flipping aimlessly through Vogue. 

Thank God for summer. She has been doing this everyday for at least the last 2 weeks, that isto say, I have been watching her from my apartment for the last two weeks.  My apartment is directly above thecourtyard, and like a kid first discovering the beauty of a woman for the firsttime, I am in heart-racing bliss. How could she be so perfect? She is my neighbor, a college girl I think, living in the apartmentcomplex.  How could I be so lucky?

Her top is off, as she rests her body on her elbows, herback soaking in the sun, reading some magazine, maybe its Cosmo or Vogue, IcanÕt tell.  God she isstunning.  Oh how I wished I wasdown in the courtyard, laying out, stealing glances at her cleavage.  It is beyond impressive.  She has to be a D or possibly a doubleD.  And despite her gravity defyingchest, she has a waist that would make a corset whimper.  ItÕs hard to imagine she exists in reallife, because she is every manÕs dream. Honey colored hair, straight and long, pours out from her head and downover her shoulder on one side.  Ican see a little pool of either sweat or oil forming on her lower back.  Her waist is so tiny, it forms a valleybetween her unstoppable hips and her arched back.  I dream of being over her, licking the sweat off of her bodywhile she ignores me and continues to read or talk on the phone with hergirlfriends. 

But I am not down in the courtyard.  I am up in my apartment, like a peepingtom, like a pervert, peering over the window sill, watching her, hoping shewonÕt see me but also hoping she will roll over on her back so I can finish offwhile staring at her face and her chest. I know she wonÕt sunbathe topless, but the bikinis she wears are sosmall, itÕs a moot point.  I amtouching myself, I canÕt help it. Sometimes I do it three or four times in one tanning session.  I am helpless.  I have no self-control when it comes toher.  I would do anything, nomatter how humiliating or self-destructive to garner just a smile, justanything to be acknowledged by her, to be apart of her world.  But to her I donÕt even exist.  I am invisible, which for the currentsituation, is just perfect.  Ifonly I could get her to notice me, even if it meant nothing but a contemptuoussneer or haughty laugh in return. 

Now she is on the phone, laughing and smiling, not a care inthe world, her legs flailing up and down with glee.  Oh I would do anything to be the object of her attention,even if it was all ill placed.

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ÒYes, heÕs watching you again!  I can see him staring down at you, oh heÕs shameless.Ó  Her roommate observed from across thecourtyard in her apartment.

ÒIs he enjoying himself?Ó  Natalie asked, already knowing what she would say, lovingthe power she had over weak-willed men.

ÒOh you know itÓ, the roomie confirmed, ÒI swear I think heis using both hands.  I bet hiswall is a stained, filthy, disgusting mess.  So gross!  IcanÕt even think about it!Ó

They both laughed, Natalie had to remember that her top wasoff, she almost rolled off her lawn chair she was laughing so hard.

ÒOh God Natalie, you have to see this video when you getback, heÕs such a disgusting masturbator. oh Jesus, heÕs jerking himself harder now since you have startedlaughing.  Oh my God, I think hejust came, you should see his sick, twisted face, I think I am going to havenightmares!  HeÕs gone from thewindow, I donÕt think he will be back.Ó

ÒI give him 5 minutes and he will..  For a loser, he does have remarkablestaying power,Ó Natalie grinned inwardly.

ÒWhat so good about that?Ó her roommate asked, ÒA geek likethat should be neutered to prevent his genes from infecting the humanrace!Ó  NatalieÕs roommate crinkledher nose in disgust, just thinking about his offspring made her sick to herstomach. 

ÒYou are missing the bigger picture, silly.  His constant hard-on draws him to meÉwraps him around my finger. Usually these weak-kneed jerky boys pull their moneysticks until theyshoot and then feel ashamed and run away and hide.  I donÕt get much more than amusement out of them, but thisoneÉ Well, lets just say his resilience is going to be his ultimate down fall!Ó  Natalie was now wet between her legs,just thinking about the plans she had for this new pervert under herspell.  She could almost feel himwrapped around her finger already. She knew she had some work to do, but the groundwork was being laid andsoon, well, sooner than later, he would be in way over his head.

Natalie loved her roommate, Mai, she was as beautiful butnot as adventurous as herself.  Butshe really loved her designer name brands and had turned Natalie on to loads ofexpensive fashion accessories. Purses, handbags, shoes, sunglasses, the list for a girl with means wasendless, or in this case, a girl with the right assets.  The two girls were like long lostsisters.  They had one thing incommon besides their love of fashion, they both loved to crush the egos of men,especially those of inferior, scrawny, pathetic Òmen.Ó  The type of guy who would, inevitably,succumb to the girls desires to humiliate and degrade them, giving in to thegirls in the hopes that it would lead them into their beds.  Ha, that would never happen!  Each tug by the girls on the invisiblepenis-leash would be a tug towards the cage, a tug towards their ownemasculation, a pull that, while pleasurable at the time, would lead to theirdoom.  The further the men wouldgo, the more the girls would laugh and want to humiliate them even more!  Talking with Mai, Natalie recalled theboy they had met at lunch one day in the school cafeteria.  God, to think that they eventually hadhim naked in their room, Natalie sitting on his lap while shopping online withhis creditcard.  When Mai hadbrought out the enema equipment (sheÕs a pre-med major), the look on his facewas priceless.  But it was seeinghim stick his head in the expelled GALLON of filth and blow bubbles whilejerking himself with brazen oblivion that the girls knew they could get any manto do whatever they wanted.  It wasthat feeling of ultimate power. 

ÒOmg Natalie you are right, heÕs back again, and I thinkheÕs literally drooling!  Ugh IcanÕt watch anymore.Ó  Her darkalmond eyes squinted at the pervert across the courtyard.  She flipped her straight black hairfrom her face and began to stretch. As the only Asian cheerleader on the squad, she always felt she had tobe better than everyone else.  Herfirm, toned body turned the heads of both men and women.

ÒOh ok, but do me a favor, just check back in exactly 10minutes.  I am going to turn overand ÔforgetÕ to put my top on when I roll over.  I want to hear his reaction,Ó Natalie was plotting now,probing for his weaknesses.

ÒOk, Ok, I will ring you back in 10 minutes, I gotta take ashower after I stretch, I feel disgusting watching that dork-faced perv, ciaoNatalie.Ó

Natalie clicked her phone closed.  It took all of her will power not to look up at thesicko.  She put her phone on thesmall table and slowly, purposefully straightened her thong with her perfectlymanicured hand, knowing this would send shudders of pleasure through hisbody.  As she ran her index fingerdown the crack of her ass to smooth out her bikini, she could almost feel theeyes of the worm on her, but instead of feeling violated, she cataloged theevent and promised herself that he would pay for each and every littleinfraction.  ÒLosers like himdeserve to pay,Ó she pondered, Òbecause lets face it, its all he is good forand he would never have a chance with me in my world.Ó  Oh how his little fantasy world willsoon come crumbling down around him, and she would be there to watch it allwith a perfect smile on her face!

ÒJust you wait, geek-breath,Ó she thought to herself, Òitwont be long until these manicured fingers are tugging you by your hard-onright over the edge, right into my trapÉÓ she smiled outwardly as she continuedto browse through Cosmo, looking forward to the days that would lie ahead.

As she rested herself on her elbow and marveled at howamazing her chest looked from this angle, her phone rang.  She looked over at it, it was herroommate. 

ÒHi Natalie, its not been 10 minutes, but I just glancedover to his apt and he looks close to exploding.  I didnÕt want to ruin your prank.  God he looks like a fucking zombie, I can see his shoulderpumping up and down, ugh, so pathetic!Ó

ÒWell then he is going to love this!  I wish I could see the expression onhis face!  I canÕt wait to see thevideo!  Am I a genius or what?ÓNatalie mused.

ÒA genius or insane, I donÕt know which.Ó

ÒTrust me, once we have him trapped, you are going to becalling me Einstein.Ó Natalie joked.

Before her roommate could react, Natalie slowly, and withnot a hint of malice, rolled over onto her back, still holding the phone to herear, pulling her hair back with her other hand.  Arching her back while laying back down on the lawn chair,Natalie purposefully exposed her perfect, enormous breasts to the loser in theapartment, hoping for a reaction. If he was a breast man, her plan would move along so much more smoothlyand quickly.  She marveled toherself how easy it was to make even the toughest boys do what she wanted whenthey got up close to her chest. But guys who were into boobs, well, they were like her pet monkeys orbetter yet, like her puppets, and oh how she loved to make them dance!

ÒOMG Natalie, you arenÕt going to believe what justhappened,Ó her roommate sounded stunned. ÒHoly shit!  Oh my God!  HaaahahahahahaÓ  and she started laughinguncontrollably. 

Natalie smiled, she didnÕt need to say a thing.  She knew at that moment, he was goingto be all hers, and might be the easiest catch yet.  Soon those sperm filled balls of his would be in her handand she would yank on them as hard as she wanted.  She really wanted this one too; he had a lot ofpotential.  She had gone throughhis mailbox when the postman came to deliver the mail a few weeks ago and shegot a look at some of his letters. The postman, after getting a look at her chest, wouldnÕt have cared ifshe had gone through every mailbox in the mailroom.  Natalie smiled and showed him her ample cleavage as she wentthrough the geek-boyÕs mailbox. From what she saw, she gathered a lot of information about him,information that made her decide to trap him.  He would be worth it in the long run, she noted, and set herplans in motion.  And now she wastaking the first big step to ensnare him. 

Her roommateÕs laughter subsided enough for Natalie tounderstand what she was trying to say. ÒOh God Natalie, you missed it, he shot his load so hard, some of itsplashed up onto the window and he kind of blacked out or lost his balance orsomething and fell forward into the window, smashing his face into his sticky,disgusting load, then fell down the side of the wall!  HeÕs suck a fucking LOSER!Ó and she started laughing again.

Natalie was smiling and laughing as well, and if the peepingtom had been conscious and staring down at her, not only would he have enjoyedNatalieÕs bouncing chest, he would have also noticed the damp spot clearlyvisible now in her bikini.  Oh yes,she was turned on, visibly excited, buzzing on a natural high, at just thethought of her soon to be new pet accidentally smearing his face in gobs ofnasty white goo.

ÒOh Mai, thatÕs so funny!  I am so glad we started videotaping these tanning sessions,you always have such good ideasÉ And just you wait.  If youthought that was amusing now, once I have him by the balls, well, lets just sayhe will beg and plead with me to be allowed to shoot all over his ownface.  Trust me, this pig is goingto be fucked, good, long and harder than I have ever fucked anybody overbefore!Ó

ÒEven more than pig-breath?Ó Mai asked, hoping Natalie wouldgo through with her threats.

ÒPig-breath got off easy, our new play-thing will wish hehad never seen me sunning myself. I can assure you of that.Ó The tone in NatalieÕs voice was both ominous and excited, betraying herlust and thirst for power over this poor excuse for a man.

Pig-breath, who Mai had mentioned, had been her Englishprofessor.  He was a real arrogantbastard.  He enjoyed failingstudents and intimidating them in front of the class.  Natalie and Mai both had him first semester of theirfreshman year.  She noticed hiseyes would always wander to her chest. As she usually does, Natalie kept track.  She kept score of every offence, every glance, every leeringlook, and then, wearing a tight angora sweater and a short skirt, she used anafter-class meeting to blackmail him into giving her and Mai an A for thesemester and also provided them with endless hours of amusement back at theiroff campus house they were renting at the time.  But that was ancient history.  Now Natalie had a new target in her sightsÉ

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My ankle hurt. I had twisted it.  I washoping she would turn over.  Itsall I could think about when she was laying out.  Every time I always hope that will happen.  She never ever has turned over topless,however.  Well until today, and Icame so violently upon seeing her turn over, I kind of blacked out.  I donÕt remember exactly whathappened.  Somehow I wound up withmy own cum on my face, which was completely disgusting.  I woke up and prayed she had not heardor seen my collapse.  My foreheadhad a bump on it- a big egg to be more exact.  I must have really whacked it on the window sill orsomething, but the pain was worth it. The sight of her chest, so perfect, so undeniably real and natural, andin their perfect form would be worth a lot more, the bump on my head –eh, I will live.  What a bonus, too- they were tan, completely tan. That had not escaped my notice, despite the unexpected turn of fantasticevents, her firm, tanned chest was burned into my memory.  Then everything went black, but herperfect chest I will never forget. 

It was later that evening, and I was having some soup fordinner.  It always calms me down,and after a scare like today, I needed to relax.  My ankle was wrapped and while I didnÕt need crutches, Idefinitely was favoring it when I walked. The huge lump on my forehead looked a lot worse than it felt, but it wasa good excuse to stay in for the night. I was just about to start eating when the door bell rang.  I hopped over to the door, wonderingwho the heck would be visiting unannounced on a Saturday night.  I opened the door and lost my balance,almost falling over when I saw her in front of meÉ at my DOOR! 

I must have looked like a fish out of water, I tried to getcontrol of myself and not act so flustered but it was difficult, the girl I hadbeen tugging myself into space with in my head was now at my door.  I wasnÕt sure what to say.  She took care of that problem.

She was smiling, almost as if the cat had swallowed thecanary.  Her knowing grin made meuneasy, she knew she was hot, of course she knew that.  But it felt like she knew somethingelse.  Like she could see rightthrough me.  Almost as if, well, itwould be impossible, but almost as if she could read my mind.

ÒHI, I am Natalie, from the other side of the building, myfriends call me Nattie, you can too if you want.  I think some of your mail got in my box, and I wanted tomake sure you got it.Ó  She smiledand held out three letters.  Thankgod none of them were porn-related. I subscribed to DDI, Skin Two, and Secret, three fetish/fashionmagazines.  All very kinky, butstill tasteful.  Anyhow, I wasspared that embarrassment but then she said something after I thanked her forthe mail and gazed up into her eyes.

ÒAww, you poor thing, you really bumped your headÉÓ shetrailed off and grinned, and I felt that she could read my mind again.  I must have turned white, what wasgoing on here? 

She reached out to touch the bump on my head and thatÕs whenI realized how tall she was.  I wasabout 5Õ7, but in her heels, she had to be almost 6 feet tall, a good fiveinches taller than me.  When shebent forward to examine the bump on my head, the view of her cleavage wasenough to immediately produce a thick hard-on.  I was staring down into heaven as her manicured finger pokedthe lump on my head.  Not verygently I might add, almost as if she was inspecting it, the way a scientistinspects an insect or other lower form of life.

Ò What happened, it looks painful and so big!  You should put some ice on it, if itswells anymore, well, it might explode.Ó And she giggled at her own joke whilelooking down at me, catching me with my head practically in her cleavage,noticing my hard on, which made me wonder if she was talking about ice for myhead or for my crotch..  I lookedup in time to see her grin change for a second, almost as if she was remindingherself of something, I felt guilty, like she was noting my lecherous offenseof devouring her cleavage, as if she was saving it for later.  Its how my babysitter used to look atme right before she would take me over her knee and spank me until Icried.  That was an odd flashbackÉ

I stuttered and stammered to explain how I fell, I was at acomplete loss.  She took pity on meand pressed on.

ÒYou know, I have a friend who is studying to be pre-med,maybe she could check out your head and your ankle.  You never know, sometimes it takes a day for the injury toreally set inÓ

ÒOh thatÕs really nice but I think I will be ok, thanks forthe mail,Ó I was nervous but getting my composure back.  Thank god, I had almost lost it there.

ÒWell, promise me that if you donÕt feel better soon, youwill come over to my apartment, I can call my friend and sheÕll come over andexamine you.Ó  She gave me aserious look.  And the way she saidÔexamineÕ made my cock jump in my pants. Was she making a pass at me? Am I so stupid that I cant even communicate with her?

ÒI promise if itÕs not better by tomorrow, I will drop byyour place and at least say hello. That was very thoughtful of you to bring my mail over, would you like tocome inside for a drink?Ó I reached down, grabbed my stones and took a leap offthe cliff.  I had to ask her insidemy apartment, I may never talk to her again, this was, potentially, a once in alifetime opportunity.  I had to gofor it.

ÒWow thatÕs so nice of you!  You know, I donÕt have any more class todayÉ only just for alittle bit, is that ok?Ó  she askedas she slid by me into my apartment. Wow, she was in my apartment! I couldnÕt believe it!  Iwas so excited I forgot I had been about to eat dinner!  Ha!  I ran over to the kitchen and put away everything I had beencooking as fast as I could while making her a drink.  She liked cosmos, so while she walked around my apartmentcommenting on pictures and things, I made her drink and also cleaned up thesoup I had been making.  I didnÕtwant her to feel as though she was interrupting me, I was doing everythingpossible to keep her here and make her comfortable.

After a few minutes I emerged from the kitchen and found heron my couch.  My mouth was stilldry and my heart was racing.  Ihanded her a drink and sat next to her. 

ÒI am not drinking alone am I?Ó she raised an eyebrow andthen giggled at me, obviously aware of my nervousness I thought I had beenconcealing.  She was sharp, shedidnÕt miss a beat.

I smiled and laughed and hurried off to the kitchen.  When I came back, she had alreadyfigured out my stereo and had cued up one of my favorite albums by theAnimals.  We sat back on theleather couch and I tried to make small talk with her.  She played along but I could sense shewas searching me, looking for something. I couldnÕt figure her out yet. Yes, she was here in my apartment, but what was going through her mind?

Before I had finished my drink with her, House of the RisingSun began and crept out of my stereo like a green, thick fog, the guitar introand the baritone vocals creating an eerie backdrop to our conversation. 

ÒOh I just love the keyboards in this songÓ she looked awaydreamily at the stereo. ÒIt reminds me of something out of the past that, well,how do I put it, something that just is uneasy or not quite right.Ó  She looked over into my eyes when shesaid the last part.  Not smiling,her penetrating eyes going deep into my soul.  I started to feel weak and helpless again.  I was trying not to look down at herchest, but with what she was wearing it was practically impossible not to look.  She had on a light blue Ôwife beaterÕt-shirt that was cut off to show her tan stomach.  Splashed onto the shirt in pink was the wordÒPrincess.Ó  She noticed me lookdown to read it and I swear I think she arched her back a little to thrust themout to me for a better view.  I wasin heaven and in hell, trying to keep my sanity about me with this vixen in myplace.

ÒIts an organ,Ó I blurted out, saying anything to keep intothe conversation and get some control of it back.

ÒWhat organs?Ó she looked at me, slightly unsure what theheck I was talking about and then gave me a puzzled look.

ÒThey didnÕt have keyboards back then, only pianos andorgans.  I believe the Animals,like the Doors, used a Moog organ, thatÕs what gives it that hauntedflavor.Ó  I took a deep breath andtried to reconcile the situation and at the same time keep pace with her.  But it was obvious I was in over myhead.  I wished to god I hadnÕtpoured myself such a big glass of scotch, I was feeling a bit woosey.

ÒOh thatÕs interesting, I didnÕt realize you were soÉ oldÉÓshe trailed off and looked at me, her smile was almost a mocking one.  What could I do but laugh?  Ofcourse it was obvious I was twice herage.  What was not obvious to me waswhy she was here.  What was it thatmade her so eagerly accept my drink offer.  Well before I knew it we had both had a few drinks, and thenshe suggested shots of tequila. Confidence from the liquor was coursing through my veins likeadrenaline.  I was gung-ho for theshots.  Bring them on!  We were next to each other on the couchtossing back Mexican fire water like it was running out of a hose.  I was really feeling good, like maybe,just maybe I could score with this girl! She knew how to party and I was game, but after a few shots, it reallybegan to hit me and I decided I had better hold off on any more.

ÒCome on, donÕt wimp out on me, lets do more shots, you knowyou want to, how can you refuse me!Ó she laughed and gave me her best poutyexpression.

ÒNattie, you donÕt understand, I donÕt have the tolerancelike I used to, these shots are hitting me really hard.Ó I tried to beg off.

ÒHmmmÉ I would rub it in that you are being beaten by agirl, but I think thatÕs nothing new for you, is it?Ó  she looked at me, half seriously, and when I tried to saysomething instead she just hopped in my lap and took a full shot glass right upto my lips. 

ÒAre you sure you donÕt want another, old man?Ó she teasedme, her face next to mine, as she slowly pulled down her tank top down and thenplaced the overflowing shot glass in between her perfect breasts..

I am sure she could feel my hard on pressing on her frombeneath my lap.  I would also putmoney on the fact that she could feel it jump and hop when she positioned theshot in the heaven between her chest. I whimpered, audibly, and moved forward to take it out with my mouth.

She pulled away, leaning back from me, ÒAhhh ahh ahh, nomore shots, you didnÕt want it, and now I donÕt know whether or not you deserveitÉ Look at me, my boobs donÕt have eyes but I do!Ó  she grabbed me by the chin and held my stare.

ÒIf I allow you to do this shot, then you have to dosomething for meÉ hmmm, just what would you do if I allowed you to put yourmouth right hereÓ she indicated with her finger, ÒI bet you can come up with agood ideaÉÓ she looked at me, she wanted me to suggest something?

ÒUm, I would, oh I would pleasure you for hours, I wouldmake you feel so goo-Ó she slapped my face, rather hard, out of no where itcame. 

ÒI didnÕt ask you what you would want to do TO me, I askedwhat would you do if I allowed you to take this shot.  Stop thinking about what YOU want and focus on what I wouldwant.Ó  Her eyes were sharp and Icould tell she was serious, but did she have to slap me so hard?

ÒOh yes, sorry, um, I wouldÉ I would.. oh god I donÕt know!ÓI felt exasperated!

ÒThink of something that would amuse me, come on you oldcogger, how far would you go for this, or maybe I should say, how low would yougo...Ó  she was smiling again.  Good, I didnÕt want her to leave.  But what was she getting at?  How low I would go?

ÒI would, I would do anything you wanted.Ó I blurted outlike a moron.

ÒOh thatÕs nice to hear, but not creative enough!  If it were left up to me, well, youwouldnÕt want to know what I would ask of you, so you better pick somethingthat entertains me or I am going to make sure you regret asking me todecide!Ó  her breathing was makingthe shot glass move up and down, stretching her already strained shirt.  I couldnÕt think at all.

ÒI would, oh god, I donÕt know what to sayÉ I wouldÉÓ

ÒCome on, spit it out already or I am leaving!Ó she crossedher arms and stuck out her chest, oh god I feel completely lost. 

ÒOk, Ok, please donÕt go, ok look I would, I would get onall fours and and and  bark like adog for you, would that make you laugh?Ó I threw her the biggest curve I could think of and I saw her eyes lightup.

ÒReally?  On allfours?  And bark?  Loudly, not just some tiny littleyaps?  Would you obey commands,like sit and beg?Ó she was clearly enjoying this.  I couldnÕt stop dreaming of her chest surrounding myface. 

ÒYes, yes, I would be your dog, I swear, I will bark andeven sit and roll over if you wanted me to,Ó I couldnÕt understand her but IdidnÕt care, she was too beautiful for me and I felt my self slipping away.

ÒWell then, why donÕt you come and get it, puppy, come andput your head right here,Ó and with that she grabbed a hold of both of my earsand pulled my head, forcefully, in between her perfect breasts.  They were warm and soft, she smelledlike the ocean, her breathing was so close to my face and the heat from herbody was giving me goose-bumps. Time seemed to completely stop.

ÒWell, are you going to do the shot or what?  I am not doing this for you to hang outand get to know my twins!  Openyour mouth wide and take that shot, what are you a man or a dog!Ó  and with that quip she burst outlaughing, her chest now brushing against my face up and down with eachcackle.  Oh God, that felt so good,I had to keep making her laugh to feel that.  I did what just popped into my head.  I started to bark –loudly- withmy face pressed in a place I had only dreamt about. 

She really started laughing then, the shot glass sliding upand down and spilling some out on her chest.  I watched the drops slide right down her cleavage and catchlike dew on a flower at the bottom of her chest where the clasp on her bra heldthose gorgeous globes.  If only Icould slide down and catch that one little drop on my tongue.  She was still laughing and the drop wasswinging wildly, my head was vibrating and somehow she got her hand in, undermy face, lifted the shot glass from her cleavage and poured the shot down mygaping mouth. God that burned like fire but I didnÕt care, it felt so good, IdidnÕt want it to end.  But withoutany warning, she pulled away and I fell forward on the couch and almost landedon my face.

ÒOK, Now its my turn for a shot, here, let me sit on yourlap while you pour it down my throat. ThatÕs it, oh wait, let me get my phone, I want to take a picture andsend it to my friend Mai, sheÕll love it!Ó  The shot went down so quickly and she was all over me whileshe did it, arms legs, breasts, face, hair, I was in ecstasy.  We did about 3 more shots and with eachone she took more pics and promised to send them to me.  All of a sudden, in the middle of our mini-partyher phone rang.

ÒOh hold on a second, its my friend Mai,Ó she smiled andflipped open her phone.  ÒHey, weredoing shots, come on over, you have to meet our neighbor!  HeÕs so sweet and he even wants to bemy dog!  He barked for me!  And I plan on feeding him dogfood aftera few more shots!Ó she winked at me and my expression must have said more thanI wanted it to.  Feed medogfood?  No way, that would be outof the question, but it seemed as though our party was going to come to an end.

I could see something wasnÕt right, she was frowning andshaking her head No.

ÒOh come on, you can do it on your own, you donÕt need methere,Ó she was looking at me and I could tell she was upset.

ÒAlright, alright, IÕll be right there, make sure you bringthe cage, ciaoÓ and she snapped her cell closed.

ÒSorry Puppy, but I have to go help my friend take her catto the Vet, sheÕs got some sort of stomach problem.  DonÕt ask me why she needs me there, but sheÕs my bestfriend so I gotta run.  WhatÕs yourcell number?  I will send you someof the pictures I took, I know you will like them!Ó she leaned over to get herpurse from the end table, her boobs now firmly pressing against my chest andneck, oh God I didnÕt want her to go. I gave her my number and before I knew it, she was up off my lap andshutting the door behind her.  Thatwas a whirlwind.  Hell, the wholeday was a bit crazy.  One minutesheÕs topless in the courtyard, and that night sheÕs doing shots with me in myown apartment!  I had to be theluckiest guy on the planet!

My phone beeped about 2 minutes later, I looked down andtrue to her word she sent a few pictures. They were all pictures of her cleavage, and one of us together on thecouch.  Oh God, she knew how tomake me crazy.  I was a littletipsy but that didnÕt stop me from jerking myself off right there on the couchwhile drooling over the pics she had sent to me.  My blinds were open but I could have cared less if the wholeworld was watching, I was so turned on and sexually frustrated.  I came so hard it shot up over myshoulder and hit the wall, the rest splashing and pulsing onto my chest andstomach, covering me in a slimy mess. I literally laid back and passed out on the couch, dreaming of her scentand of her chest.  I was in heaven.

End of Part I